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on the fields of hate.
On anguish and brimstone,
there grows a dangerous plant.
And the fruit it bears taste like despair
and reeks of the old scent

The First Noel

The First Noel, the Angels did say
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay
In fields where they lay keeping their sheep

made of steel
A soul in pain that's uncovered
What he feels seems so real

From the gardens to the fields
Where the children no longer play

A thousand

by the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

The wheat fields and the clothes lines and the junkyards and the highways come

the grasses of the field
He has provided he has supplied

Eh
I celebrate and I sing
His love endures forever
I celebrate and I sing
His love endures forever

the field with that 30, lil' nigga
My finger itching for the feddy (for the feddy)
Remember when niggas ain't like me (they ain't what?)
Now they treat me

COLOURS
OF DARK MATTER MADE

IN THE FIELDS THEY GRAZE
SOMETHING I TREAD CAREFULLY TOWARDS
YEAH HE BRUSHES THE WORLD
AND ENSNARES THE MIND

TAKES ME AWAY

seas
Lord of the hills and the wild spring breeze
The fields and flowers and the birds and trees
You can't take that from me.

You try to tell me I have

are losing there truly is never a winner
Exchanging gun fire is turning the fields to a death zone
Cameras far off in the distance will glamorize this

song of life

The music in every leaf
the choir of a field
the heartbeat of mother earth
I hear you, I hear you
This song is your story

There are

is not a consumable

People in the garden
People in the streets
Wishing they were happy
Wishing they were happy

Racing with a friend across the fields

Flying low over fields of green
And coming the plains

Daddy hits the bottle 
And Jimmy overhears him say
"I hate my life,
And I hate this place.

to really feel
We really in the fields
It’s time for us to really build 

It’s time for us to really heal, yeah 
It’s time for us to really feel, yeah, yeah

with Odin’s rage

(Chorus)
No opponent should be spared
No barriers could stop them
Over the field, blood drenched the soil
Mighty warriors, massive

the rainbows
Running away from a handful of bats
Then I saw our fossilized roses
Suddenly coming to life

And sour rain fell on the wheat fields
Washing what

Fields
To a kingdom of our ideals
Make haste now
Don't wait now

Would I change my mind
If swallets could lead to the sky
As they drain our words
If leaves

our wants to be supplied
Come to God’s own temple, come
Raise the song of harvest-home!

All the world is God’s own field
Fruit unto his praise to yield

walk through the fields of grey
A dream of yesterday    
It is here long ago
We made angels in the snow
It's the end of the world as we know it
And in

the clouds, shines the moon
our love shines all way through
far away on the fields
our love grow like wild trees

Should I see what's going on?
Should I see

Oh what fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh.

Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
Through the fields we go
Laughing all

""Beyond the gates of no return behind the curtains that will rise no more. Lie the fields of no mortal the land covered by mist and darkness.

of our hearts
Turning fields of gold
Into fields of blood
You honored her I know
Somehow you still do

Your the only one who knows
Your the only one

You

in their hearts, they knew no bounds Women and children could not be saved, these devils were determined to turn the page
They put a baseball field

Marching, Killing
Observing the mist on the field
Bloodstained Hero
Achieving the boundary of pain

Kill them...
The planet on melted lead
Forsaken